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"I heard you're going out tomorrow." He remarked.
"Yes. I'm going to The Bazaar with Sirius and Remus."
"Will you come to the café
at all?"
"Yes. After I'm finished in the Bazaar."
"Good. I want to take you to dinner tomorrow."
Harry blinked in surprise but them smiled shyly.
"I'd like that."
light soft grey. It opened its mouth which stretched across half of its whole round body and gave a 'maa' sound that showed off its pointy teeth.
"Will you deal with the pests?" Harry asked it kindly.
It gave another 'maa' sound.
"And don't leave the garden please."
It nodded and skittered away under a bush.
"You're having a problem with some pests?" Harold asked.
"Yes. A raccoon has been tearing up some of my fruit plants and some mice have been burrowing in my garden. The Scrawl will deal with them."
"That thing is creepy." Harold muttered. "It skitters around and stares at you with its huge eyes. Then it smiles at you. The one you summoned in the house the other days stalked me for a good hour, smiling at me every time I glanced at it."
Harry laughed.
When they finally slowed to a stop Katrina was shaking and George was giving great big deep laughs while Cathy was bouncing up and down. Jake barely blinked. Griphook led them to the vault door and asked for the key. The Hendersons gaped at the huge locking mechanisms and marvelled at the gold already in the vault.
"Your vault number is 9439." Griphook said clearly. "Don't forget it."
They family nodded and the small goblin shut the door.
"Do you wish to go to your vault?" Griphook asked Harry.
"Yes please." Harry said. "I wanted to see something."
"Of course." Griphook nodded.
They loaded back into the cart, Katrina huddling against George as they braced themselves.
And then they were off. This time they went deeper and farther, going upside down and flying past a huge jet of flames from a pale red dragon that had Cathy gasping in awe and George and Katrina screaming as they ducked. When they finally pulled to a stop Harry dusted himself off and helped Cathy stand. Griphook walked up to the door and ran his finger down a space before motioning to Harry. Harry sighed and placed his hand on the square. This time he felt a soft warmth instead of needles pricking his fingers.
"It only needs your blood once." Griphook said at his look. "After that it scans your magic and your ring instead."
"Oh." Harry blinked.
Griphook pulled the door open and Harry stepped in without a second thought. The lighting orb lit up as soon as his foot crossed the door line lighting the whole room. The Hendersons gasped in absolute shock and Harry waved them in.
"You can look around if you want." He said.
As soon as he said the words he felt his magic reach out to the doors and tugged the Hendersons in. They didn't appear to notice as they entered. Harry blinked and Griphook shot him a smirk.
"This vault has one of the best defences in the whole of Gringotts. One reason there is no dragon guarding it is that no dragon is better then the wards. The dragon would be useless even as a precautionary. Because the wards are so strong, any that the vault does not belong too have to be invited in."
"Oh." Harry blinked again as he turned back to the huge vault and headed for the shelf.
He browsed the shelf, looking at the books he had ignored last time. He pulled only five off in the end making sure to try and remember where they belonged. One was a potion book, one was a defence book, one was a charms book, one was called 'Obscure but Useful Potions, Spells, and Theories', and the final on was on mostly forgotten magiks which had some more on the occlumency he had been practising for a few minutes before he went to sleep every night.
When he stepped from the room Griphook glance to the books and shut the door.
"I just needed something new to study and do." Harry shrugged idly at the questioning looks.
"Those are very rare and old books. Be careful with them." Griphook warned.
"Of course." Harry said stuffing them in his satchel.
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"What's down there?" George asked.
Harry looked to where the man was gesturing and saw it was Knocturn alley.
vanished. The first thing Harry did was snap the cane in half and toss it in the trash. Then he turned to the man that was pressing a hand against his cheek and helped the trembling man stand. Fujita was already tossing him the small first aid kit in the kitchen. Harry cleaned the man's wound and carefully cast the healing spell he knew that healed small flesh cuts and bruises. When it was fully healed the man gently felt at his cheek.
"It may be tender a while." Harry said tightly, his anger still bubbling. "And I must apologize that you were assaulted in my store. Such a disgraceful act happening in my business. I shall not allow it to happen a second time of that I swear."
"Thank you." The man said hoarsely, flinching from the fury that slipped into Harry's voice.
Dee set a cup of tea in front of him mumbling that it was on the house and hurrying off.
"I am not angry with you." Harry said softly, reaching up to rest a hand on the man's cheek.
Amber eyes met his and Harry gave him a calm kind look that had the man relaxing slightly.
"Don't worry about it." Harry said. "I don't allow such pigs to lord over my store and my customers."
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"Where is the manager of this establishment?"
Harry sighed and set down his tea. He stood from his seat at the table with the werewolf from earlier.
"I never get a break." He muttered as he turned.
A group of four aurors stood in the empty space between the sitting area and the counter, one holding a piece of parchment.
"I'm the manager." Harry spoke clearly drawing all eyes to him.
"You're under arrest for assaulting a Mr Andres Smith, a pureblood." Said the man holding the parchment in one hand and holding a pair of magical cuffs in the other. "Come along quietly."
Harry instead of looking shocked, ruffled, or angry; laughed in their faces. Loudly. The aurors muttered, the one with the parchment stepping forwards as others discreetly palmed their wands.
"Do you find something funny about this arrest?" He sneered.
"I find it highly amusing that you're risking a goblin war to arrest me for self defence of another."
For a long period there was silence.
"Goblin war?" A tall African man inquired doubtfully.
Harry waved a hand at the frame parchment above the counter. It clearly stated that 'Through the Looking Glass Café' was built on goblin bought territory and under goblin jurisdiction. Harry had no idea how Griphook had gotten such permission and such a document but he knew it was very, very rare, and very powerful. To the ministry his café was on 'foreign' soil. They had to have permission to even enter. Just for drawing their wands they could experience severe repercussions.
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